Fallon
Victoria’s smile was the kind designed to make women uncomfortable. Sharp. Knowing. The kind that said she thought she knew something I didn’t.
And I hated it.
I hated the way it made my skin prickle, hated the smug tilt of her head and the glint of satisfaction in her eyes. But most of all, I hated the fact that she was here.
Because where Victoria went, trouble always followed. I wondered why she couldn’t stay away from us.
“Reid,” she purred, ignoring me entirely. “It’s been quite a while.”
Her voice was smooth as silk, but there was an edge beneath it — the kind of edge that cut if you weren’t careful.
“Not long enough,” I muttered under my breath.
Reid’s hand on my waist tightened—a subtle warning—and my pulse fluttered at the contact. Even through the haze of irritatio
